Alas! for what it shines
minute, gentle beauty?
It noticeably uvâdaet
In the prime of his youth living ...
wither! Zhyznyu young
Not long enjoy it;
Not long to please him
Happy circle of his family,
carelessly, nice sharpness
Talks to revive our
And quiet, clear dushoyu
Martyr soul delight ...
I hasten to the excitement of heavy doom,
I will hide my despair,
Fun to hear a lot of speeches
And good look at her;
I look at all of its movement,
I listen to every sound of speeches -
And a single moment separated
Terrible for my soul.
